Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Trinidad & Tobago and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Terry Callier to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Fat Boys,
Vainqueur,
Scion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dawn Penn,
Sugar Minott,
The Motions,
Gong,
Peter and Kerry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ten City,
Marmalade,
The Seeds,
Stetsasonic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Henry Cow,
Donald Byrd,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kas Product,
Rhythm & Sound,
Radio Birdman,
Das Ding,
Nirvana,
ABBA,
The Sound,
Malaria!,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Anthony Braxton,
The Human League,
Fifty Foot Hose,
This Heat,
Colin Newman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mission of Burma,
Kerri Chandler,
The Dirtbombs,
Pole,
Ultravox,
The Fuzztones,
Lightning Bolt,
Andrew Hill,
Suburban Knight,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brick,
Scott Walker,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moby Grape,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Blossom Toes,
Minor Threat,
Amazonics,
The Techniques,
The New Christs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Reagan Youth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sexual Harrassment,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.